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Feb 2015 · 380
Blood and Bone
casiopeia smith Feb 2015
the blood.

crazy and stupid I go right into the dark.

the thick clouds of black cover the space in which I am in.

pain.

so much pain.

my body is limp, unable to move.

a figure in the darkness walks towards me, bends down and whispers....

"you wont forget this."

I try and move but my fear and pain keeps me in place.

helpless I whimper, for I know this is going to hurt.  

"don't move, it hurts more."

I hear the crack before I feel it.

I find my voice and scream.

I was right... more pain.

its the same thing over and over.

every day.

he laughs and cracks it once more.

I scream .... hot tears cover my cheeks and lips.

the torture and pain again and again.

through the endless tyrant of soulless crude filled hearts is enough to break me.

I'm leaving this world, I can feel it.

shame full darkness, defeat pulls over me.....

cloud after cloud.....

whip after whip....  

scream after scream....
Scars are forever, so make them deep.
Feb 2015 · 421
Written for the past
casiopeia smith Feb 2015
he locked me up in his strong embrace, picking me up with his happiness and spinning me around... the clouds of gray disappear as I look strait into his dark pool of brown eyes.

he leaves me alone,cold and half hatred with my gray skys and dead hopes, he leaves me.

I see him walking, walking to were? I haven't a clue. I yell for him but all I see is his back. I need to see those deep brown eyes one more time.... but I wont for he no longer cares.

I'm alone, always alone. with one last hope and dream, I drift off into darkness.there isn't much pain, it went clean through and left nothing behind.

I'm free, something as simple as a bullet carried my pain and made a wall. I force my body to move,  but nothing happens I'm alone again. This time with all my willpower I stay frozen, peacefully enclosed, to await my resurrection.
He didn't even look back.
Feb 2015 · 322
Elinor the Heinous
casiopeia smith Feb 2015
Elinor's notes were warbled in such a sinister way.

incredulous and lunacy took the best of what she had.

The tight shaft didn't help our predicament but Elinor had a belligerence about the way she talked that had me worrying.

" Elinor, how did we get here?"

" its not how but when." she sang and that served never swaying smile.

how can i make sense of these shambles

"Elinor how do you suppose we will get out?"  

"Do not ridicule me. I know not how to take flight of the situation only how it was taken place."

"Alright, how did it take place."

~~~~~

a jack rabbit,  that's all it takes.

"Ralion my mind is weak?"

"only in the places you find strenuous."

"so my mind is strenuous?"

"For heavens sake's Ethonan , why is this a bother?"

"I cant keep my.. my, oh no brother I'm not sure how to consume this outrageous amount of knowledge!'

"Ethonan what if father were to hear of this?"

" shenanigans i guess." i smiled at the thought, if father could hear me plotting.

"what about ... oh I'm a fool to think of such madness." Ralion puts his book down and takes his sweet time to cross the room!

"What is it Ralion?" His movements are startled in many ways, it frightens me.

"Were is this knowledge coming form?"

"i cannot speak of this, not to any mortal. I'm woebegone in a rather deep manor." A taste of bitter metallic razor blades swarmed into my throat.

"Ethonan I am asking politely now but heed my words, others would not be so kind as to peck away at such a dead ended conversation."

how shall i go about my thoughts?

I'll never explain myself.
Never ever was rhyming my thing, its mostly jumbled thoughts but a poem nonetheless.

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